Soft Stroke
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2015
- Location
- United States!
Being the Princess of the Sun was a glorious thing.
When everypony looked up to you, it was hard not to be filled with pride. Not so much pride at one's self, but rather pride at seeing how those you served grew and developed into their own. Seeing a young foal go from barely able to stand on her legs to a powerful speaker and leader was one of the more satisfying things in Celestia's life. She'd seen it firsthand with her own star pupil and her friends. Yet it wasn't just there that the seeds of growth she helped to plant grew. Many of those in her court she'd known since they were starting out, and now she'd cultivated a castle filled with those that she could trust, rely on, and call upon when needed.
Unfortunately, there were things that she couldn't call upon her friends nor her underlings to help solve for her.
Currently, a pony that went by Sunny Shores -let it never be said Celestia was the best as names- was standing in front of a strange shop. The mare stood slightly shorter than the average pony, with a pure white coat and pink hair that was drawn back into braids. Her eyes were a shining blue, and her tail was cut short and perked upwards. She had on a very plain light yellow sundress, one that was just common enough not to draw attention, yet fashionable enough to travel through the streets of Canterlot without looking out of place. She had on a large brown rimmed hat and pink sunglasses, along with small high heels that clacked as she walked. It seemed she was going more for the 'innocent mare on the street' feeling, which worked out well for her since she was going anywhere but innocent.
With a small inhale, "Sunny" stepped forward and gently opened the door to the shop. There was an electric tingle that went through her as she did. She was about to embark on something rather risque for anypony, let alone a Princess. She was about to go into something that she hadn't indulged in far too long: desire. If this mare she was recommended to was to show her anything, it would be something that she'd desperately lacked in her own life: true, and complete, submission. With one more sigh, she opened up the door to the shop and stepped inside.
@Deante
When everypony looked up to you, it was hard not to be filled with pride. Not so much pride at one's self, but rather pride at seeing how those you served grew and developed into their own. Seeing a young foal go from barely able to stand on her legs to a powerful speaker and leader was one of the more satisfying things in Celestia's life. She'd seen it firsthand with her own star pupil and her friends. Yet it wasn't just there that the seeds of growth she helped to plant grew. Many of those in her court she'd known since they were starting out, and now she'd cultivated a castle filled with those that she could trust, rely on, and call upon when needed.
Unfortunately, there were things that she couldn't call upon her friends nor her underlings to help solve for her.
Currently, a pony that went by Sunny Shores -let it never be said Celestia was the best as names- was standing in front of a strange shop. The mare stood slightly shorter than the average pony, with a pure white coat and pink hair that was drawn back into braids. Her eyes were a shining blue, and her tail was cut short and perked upwards. She had on a very plain light yellow sundress, one that was just common enough not to draw attention, yet fashionable enough to travel through the streets of Canterlot without looking out of place. She had on a large brown rimmed hat and pink sunglasses, along with small high heels that clacked as she walked. It seemed she was going more for the 'innocent mare on the street' feeling, which worked out well for her since she was going anywhere but innocent.
With a small inhale, "Sunny" stepped forward and gently opened the door to the shop. There was an electric tingle that went through her as she did. She was about to embark on something rather risque for anypony, let alone a Princess. She was about to go into something that she hadn't indulged in far too long: desire. If this mare she was recommended to was to show her anything, it would be something that she'd desperately lacked in her own life: true, and complete, submission. With one more sigh, she opened up the door to the shop and stepped inside.
@Deante